I really like this subreddit so I figure I'll share a story here. I'll try and keep it short and sweet but I feel that it definately belongs here. When I was in the Marines I had a friend named Jon, Jon was a very nice dude and was dating a girl with a kid. She had just had the kid recently and he was paying for everything. Diapers, food, clothing, ect. Him and I were to go on leave at the same time and he was excited to see her. They both lived in boston, about an hour from me so when before we both went home I told him we ought to hangout sometime. A few days into my leave and I get a call from Jon saying that she's done with him. She's blaming post pardoum depression or some shit, but for the next week Jon's home, he's now basically homeless. I drove up to get him and his gear and told him he can come stay at my place until we both went back. He was very sad and distraught that she left him and after everything he did for her. I knew what I had to do, I had to help him get laid to get his mind off all this. Everclear mixers made we head to a certian, "basketball school," and find a party. Jon was still sad but determined to have a good time. After about an hour of talking to a group of girls, he starts making out with one, looks at me, without saying a word I give him my keys. I strategically parked in a dark area. He takes her outside and completes the mission. He got over the girl with the kid that left him, and I was glad to help him do so.

Extra Info: she apologized and asked for him back a couple months later, she got a nope in response.